Are we meant to dissect These poems with laboratory Efficiency and precision? Are we meant to Pull them apart and Split their seams and Inspect them for flaws? Or Are we meant to Let them spill into us and Let their loveliness warm our Souls! Let them speak and sing and Sweetly stutter, with a flutter Let them trace our spirits back Let them, like a flame, attract Us until we are, like moths, consumedβ To love a flower, let it bloom.